Me, my mom, and incest

The physical relationship with my mother began a few months ago, although the fantasies had been there for years. When I was younger and talked to friends I had realized that the attraction I felt towards my mother was different, it was not just son-mother love, it was more. I didn’t know how to act, the only way to get through this was to mimic others and their normal family relationships. It had always only been my mother and I since I could remember, she was extremely caring and for someone viewing from the outside some of the things she did would seem borderline incestuous; but not to us. We had a somehow strong and bizzare connection, it often felt like if my mother had similar feelings towards me but would not make a move because she could never be sure I felt the same, and vice versa. The problem was not just tackling the “tabboo” subject but damaging our love for each other and especially our little erotic games we played, which I will further get into later on.
Some of the events from my childhood which I can vividly remember would be for example how I slept in the same bed as my mother whenever I had nightmares or was not feeling well, it happened alot. This carried on until I was around 9 or 10. Another would be when I was around that age and taking a bath, my mom would walk over to me and ask if I had cleaned my penis properly, it was very innocent back then however it also felt great in a way I was unable to explain. She would kneel down next to the tub whilst I was playing with my battleships, remove her watch and dive her hand into the hot soapy water. She’d grab my little penis and explain to me that I need to move the foreskin back and forth to clean it and that if I would not do it then I had to go to the doctor, nobody wanted that. So after a while I would get used to it and start jerking my foreskin up and down when she gave me the look as I was taking a bath, I remember this one time, it was very memorable. I was 12 or so perhaps but still very childish, I was a late bloomer, the first time I dealt with my erection properly. My mom and I were in the bathroom, I was taking a bath with lots of different shampoos and lotions to make as many bubbles as possible and having a great time, she was facing the mirror and removing her makeup or something like that; she saw me in the reflection. I thrusted my body up and sat on this little step which was on the bath tub, only a few inches over the water, exposing my body to the fresh cold air to my ankles. I held my penis and pulled the skin back as I splashed some water on it to start and clean it as I always did, but this time I felt a burning sensation. One of the new soapy liquids got into the hole of my penis and it stung quite badly for a couple of seconds, it also gave me a full erection, I yelled out and immediatly caught the attention of my mother as she rushed over in a worry.


“Darling what’s the matter, are you alright?” she asked as she saw what was going on down there. A smile formed on her face.

“That stupid stuff was stinging my pee pee when it got inside, it really really hurt mom!!”

“I’m so sorry hun! I will throw it away, let me take a look” my mom replied as she kneeled and naturally grabbed my small yet very stiff penis with her soft loving hand. It all felt so normal, I had not directly thought of anything sexual in that precise moment but in retrospect i’m relatively sure she thought otherwise.